[Hook:]Most of ya'll all sound the sameWith ya fancy cars and ya diamond ringsDon't you know it's about to change?What are you so afraid of?

The MC, master of ceremoniesMy pen be faster, how dare you phonies?That tempt me run back and tell ya croniesHow I gently mack the tenderonies (woo)The DJ, the crowd motivator (uh huh)We don't cross-over we cross fadersOutrageous, divine motionRecord scratchin me calamine lotion B-Boys high as your hands reach (uh huh)Bombed them with two aerosol cans eachThis for the future, past, and the presentI'm takin this rap thing back to the essence

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I rip out your tonsil now you feelin itHip hop is dead, you responsible for killin' itI've been sent to avenge the deathBreath life into the game defend what's leftThey remind me of you, minus the deal (deal)You remind me of me, minus the skillEvery new week comes a songTil the next one hit wonder comes alongYa video is on 106 and TRL? (uh huh)Does that mean that your shit gon' sell? (uh uh)Honestly this joint prolly won't top the charts (nah)Cuz I ain't all up in the club and I ain't bout to start

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Radio suckas neva play meIt's all good ya'll don't pay meEven though I wanna cash inRather have loyalty to JinThan royalties for spinsSell ya soul for joints and jamsTil you fall off and dissapoint ya fansThey'll let you know the minute you forgetYou in it for the check or you in it for respectI'm tryin to get both and not fail to connectWith each one of ya'll so my sales are directAnd me not tryin to sound all righteousI know a lot of ya'll got a feel just like thisTomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com[Hook (x2)]